Look how strongly the candle burns
As the hands of time slowly turn
My heart is melting to your distant calls
Yet I'm closed to my fate's walls
If words have tongue, can they speak of pain?
Can they travel the distance of going insane?
Can Love be preached as a tender tale?
Can life be tamed to this burning flame?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem